Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

"This bottle of ink can probably draw about a thousand scrolls. If just one out of ten is successful, that's... a hundred scrolls! Each scroll costs at least 5 gold coins, so that's... 500 gold coins!"

Celia got excited, but quickly lost interest.

"But third-tier scrolls are so expensive! I had to pay 20 gold coins to buy 200 from the Sorcerer's Guild."

Celia spent about 30 gold coins on auxiliary materials and blank scrolls.

The girl was heartbroken to lose nearly a third of her gold coins at once.

Ross laughed and said, "If you can get 20 out of 200 to sell, you'll still get 100 gold coins at the lowest price. The cost is 35 gold coins, so you'll still make 65 gold coins. Isn't that great?"

"The premise is that at least one out of ten scrolls can be successfully completed... and 200 third-tier scrolls take more time than a thousand first-tier scrolls..."

No matter how she thought about it, Celia felt that first and second-tier scrolls were the most profitable. Even if the value of a single scroll was not high, the success rate could be guaranteed, and with a large quantity, they were much more profitable than third and fourth-tier scrolls.

"Third-tier scrolls are in an awkward position unless you use them yourself. They're not as stable as first or second-tier scrolls, and not many people want them. Compared to fourth-tier scrolls, they're priceless. They're said to start at 20 gold coins, but whenever they appear, the highest price they can fetch is 100 gold coins. Many mercenary groups will sell everything they own to buy one to save their lives. Only third-tier scrolls..."

If High Priest Dylan had successfully used his fourth-order scroll, the outcome would have been reversed.

Her words were full of disdain for the third-tier scroll, but Celia still honestly began to draw.

It's more powerful than a second-tier weapon, isn't it?

For Celia now, the effect of a second-tier scroll is negligible. Mages need to use scrolls one tier higher than themselves to produce unexpected effects.

After consulting with Ross, Celia began drawing the three-dimensional scrolls that might be used.

According to the plan, these two days will be used entirely for drawing, and we can draw about a hundred pictures. With a success rate of 10%, the finished products will be ten pictures.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

The next day, while she was drawing the scroll, an unexpected person came to her door.

“Principal Black?” Celia was shocked to see the person appear on the spell ring.

The principal actually contacted me first?

Blake's phantom didn't seem to be in very good condition.

He looked at Celia and said, "Celia, I need your help right now. You may be doing something important, but please put down what you're doing and come out."

"Okay, I'll be right away."

Celia quickly agreed.

After the call ended, she asked in confusion, "What could it be that would make the principal contact me personally?"

"Perhaps it's about the school's magic array," Ross chuckled.

"A magic array? What does a magic array want with me? Could it be..."

The girl's heart started racing.

"They might suspect it was you, but they will never have any evidence to prove it," Ross said calmly. "Because it was a method of breaking the spell that I personally modified. Only a Saint-level array master could possibly detect it."

"Then they immediately concluded that I was the murderer..."

"You're in bad luck."

"..."

Although somewhat worried, Celia quickly put down the scroll in her hand and hurried downstairs.

She looked around but didn't see Blake.

Just as I was wondering, a message sent by Blake appeared on the spell ring—

Go left, and after you reach the end, turn right, and you'll see me.

"Is it that mysterious?"

Celia grumbled and, following the directions, quickly arrived at the place Blake had mentioned.

Blake was sitting on a bench by the roadside, looking worried.

Celia stepped forward. "Principal Black, what brings you here?"

Blake looked up and smiled. "You're here. Nothing much, you know the school's magic circle was destroyed, right? The school is currently preparing to rebuild it."

He paused for a moment at this point.

Celia didn't react.

He wondered: What does the reconstruction of the magic array have to do with me?

Blake continued, "Your skill in magic arrays is very high. You said it was a gift from the gods. Then please pray to the gods again and ask them to design a magic array for the Holy Magic Academy that can be perfectly integrated into the entire school without dismantling the seven towers."

"Huh?" Celia was stunned.

She immediately asked Ross, "Lord Ross, has Principal Black discovered your presence?"

Ross shook his head: "No, don't overthink it. I don't want anyone to find out. Apart from the twelve main gods, no one can find out. The principal's behavior might mean he has discovered something, but he's not sure."

"But they still found out..."

Ross smiled slightly: "Last time I manipulated your body to deal with the self-destruct rune, my behavior was very different from yours. Perhaps the principal discovered something at that time, but he pretended not to know and didn't say anything."

"What should I do?"

"Don't worry about it. At most, he'll guess that you're favored by the gods, but he'll never imagine that the one who favors you is an evil god."

"That's good."

Celia breathed a slight sigh of relief, but faced with Blake's words, she said with difficulty, "Principal Blake, although I know a little about magic arrays, the school's magic array is too difficult for me. No matter how I think about it, I can't possibly build it."

"I know, but how will I know if I can do it if I don't try?"

Blake said earnestly, "Show me the wisdom you had when you dismantled the self-destruct rune, Celia. Do the school a favor. These seven towers have stood in the Holy Magic Academy for over a hundred years and are part of the school. I can't let Alvis tear them all down."

"but……"

"Promise him."

Before Celia could refuse again, Ross interrupted her.

“What?” Celia looked at Ross.

"Promise him that you will help him design the magic array for the school."

Celia was stunned again.

Lord Ross...are you serious?

Why did he suddenly want to design a magic circle for the school?

Are we preparing for some kind of future invasion?!

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Chapter 136 Ready to go

I don't know what Rosian's intentions are. Maybe he really has some kind of premeditated plan, or maybe he's just doing it all by himself and has to pay for the school's magic array by dismantling it.

In short, at Ross's request, Celia agreed to help Black design the school's magic circle while preserving the seven towers.

However, she could only help with the design; she couldn't carry out the actual implementation because she had to go to the ancient ruins.

Another important reason is that if someone were to see her directing everyone to rebuild the school's magic array, the peaceful school life would probably be gone forever.

The same applies to the Holy Court; Celia doesn't want to face Bishop Alvis.

So Celia spent a day creating a rough sketch and process for rebuilding the magic circle for Black.

After finishing, Ross said, "Have him give this to that bishop; he'll know what to do."

"Will Bishop Alvis just throw this away like trash?" Celia asked.

"That bishop was very rude, but he wouldn't throw away something of value. Just like last time, he didn't throw away the pollution suppression array you gave him, but instead chose to use it while doubting you."

"Besides, even if it's thrown away, it's just thrown away. It's just a rough sketch, not a specific magic circle. If it's not adopted, it's not adopted. It's just a waste of a day. If it's really not adopted, you can see the principal and the bishop arguing. How interesting is that?"

Celia tossed her pen aside, gathered up the dozen or so sketches, and held them high to examine them.

"Something that was rushed out in one day... I don't quite understand it."

"It's okay if you don't understand it. It's called a sketch, but it's just a rough idea. If you show it to a high-level array master, they will naturally understand it. With your level, it would take you a month to draw a real sketch."

"Ok."

After finishing, Celia contacted Blake, handed him the pile of drafts, and told him to show them to high-level array masters, who would understand them.

Upon receiving the sketch, Blake laughed heartily: "Great! Once the magic circle is rebuilt, I'll apply to the Holy Court for magic circle funding for you separately, every month!"

"Thank you, principal."

Celia didn't take it seriously.

The school has always provided financial aid, but it's no longer enough to cover current expenses.

Celia didn't mention any payment for this sketch; she didn't care whether the school gave her anything or not. She considered it a way of giving back to the school and thanking them for their guidance.

After obtaining the sketches, Blake immediately contacted Alvis and the Holy Lord, and headed straight for the conference room of the Temple of Ember.

In the meeting room, Blake handed the sketch to Alvis.

Then, with an air of nonchalance, he sipped his secret brew and smiled, "I don't understand this stuff either. Bishop Alvis, take a look for yourself. Do you think this method can preserve the Seven Towers?"

The Holy Lord looked at Blake helplessly, "You old codger, you actually went to ask them for it? Don't you have any shame at all?"

"Respecting practitioners in industries I don't understand has always been my principle."

Alvis snorted, "I've never seen you respect me either."

"If you spoke to me in a better tone, would I have bothered to argue with you?"

Jarvis remained silent, engrossed in reviewing the sketches.

Besides him, there were several array masters in the conference room. They took the sketches that Alvis had finished looking at and made clicking noises.

"I never thought it could be done like this."

"This idea is ingenious. With just a small modification, the remnants of the magic array can be recycled and reused."

"Moreover, when using it, the remaining residue can be cleaned up slowly without affecting the operation of the magic circle."

"The Seven Star Towers were used as bait, and the magic array was disguised as the Seven Star Towers. If anyone tries to exploit the weaknesses of the Seven Star Towers using the method to break the Seven Star Towers, they will immediately face the fiercest attack. What a great idea!"

"If I were to design this, I don't think I could design it in ten years."

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful, it's like the work of a god."

"..."

Alvis remained silent, but upon hearing the other array masters whispering amongst themselves, the Holy Lord was somewhat surprised. He looked at Blake and asked in a low voice, "Blake, did you have Miss Celia draft this?"

Blake smiled and nodded. "So, Holy Lord, I didn't misjudge you, did I?"

The Holy Lord remained noncommittal; he looked at Alvis.

About an hour later, Alvis put down all the sketches and said, "This method is feasible, very imaginative, but it can indeed preserve the Seven Towers. Judging from this sketch, the array master only has ideas but no ability to implement them, so he just described the ideas and key points without going into the specific construction of the array."

As he spoke, Alvis looked at Blake: "Principal Blake, did Celia say whether she wrote this or someone else did?"

Blake chuckled: "That means it's a gift from the gods."

"That kind of talk again." Alvis frowned.

"I actually believe it a little. What if there really is divine guidance? Wouldn't that be perfect?"

Alvis said, "You're already at the sixth rank, why do you still believe in such things as divine gifts? The last recorded divine descent was five hundred years ago, which is too long ago. Who knows if history is true?"

"Ahem." The Holy Lord coughed heavily. "Bishop Alvis, don't speak carelessly. The descent of the gods is a true historical fact. 500 years is not a long time. Saint-level sorcerers have a lifespan of that long. Perhaps there are still those Saint-level sorcerers who have disappeared. They may have lived from the Age of Calamity to the present day."

Yalvis shut his mouth.

Because this is the truth, starting from the fourth level, human lifespan increases. By the sixth level, one can live to be over two hundred years old, and above the seventh level, one will only live longer.

For young people, 500 years is a distant era, but for those old folks who may or may not be alive, it may feel like it happened just yesterday.

What if someone really did see the gods?

"Can this sketch be used for the reconstruction of the protective magic array at the Holy Magic Academy?"

"can."